I can only feel
I can only steal
Your heart from your sleeve
Picture it for me
Cut him open
No more winners
They are lost and
We are all just sinners
But our river's run dry
Null my acknowledgements
I know my punishment
Across the street and out the window
Florescent lights provide a stronghold
For the sign
It reads "beer and wine"
Five o clock on Sunday morning
I'm wide awake, but lost and dreaming
For now I'll close my eyes
Before the sunlight's rise
The morning birds, they cry
They sing me a lullaby